By BR Chitwood
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Thoughts in Time
Between the ticks and tocks of passing time, the music of my life played the songs of balladeers that somehow knew how to reach my Soul with music and words to make me sad and lonely, to haunt me in my constant search for love and meaning, for the urgency of my quest.
Everyone comes from somewhere with different sets of genes, different time zones and privilege, needs fed by emotions, by disciplined pursuits, purpose and wealth. Some come from the murky depths of poverty, dark thoughts, ugly actions and deceits.
Everyone comes from somewhere!
Almost everyone reads books of different genres, see movies of Laughter, Love, Mayhem, Murder.
Some of us are ultimately destroyed by the nature of our birth and biography.
There are beautiful love stories that warm the hearts of those in love or seeking love.
There are shadowy and sinister crime thrillers where evil is the key ingredient and where the audience can regale in the death of the villain and/or the victory of good over evil.
Reading books, watching movies, writing your own story can answer the need of some nagging element of your Soul.
Everyone comes from somewhere!
Me?
I come from that ‘ugly somewhere’ many people call Appalachia during a time in our history when the world seemed to be going to hell in that proverbial hand-basket. There were enough emotional triggers in my life that, at times, I could hardly find my missing breath…family eruptions, mean fights, blood and tears, as I sat watching my mother and sister being beaten by an absentee father – himself, a product of his time.
I chose writing later on in an attempt to understand ‘where I had been’ and ‘where I was going’… Through all the years, I searched for love, the ‘picket fence’, and the meaning for it all.
After twenty books, over 375 blog posts/poetry, there have come some answers – a lovely wife (after three tries) and some wonderful kids.
You want to know if time has helped in my own mending program?
Beautiful wife? Yeah!
Wonderful kids? Yeah!
All settled? Nah!
Still searching for something that was taken from me!
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BR Chitwood – September 27, 2021
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Tell you what. As I see the end of the runway approaching faster than is comfortable I tend to avoid looking in the rearview mirror. Right now it’s not too important where I’ve been but need to concentrate on how to slow this mother down. Good post, Billy Ray.
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We each have our way, ole buddy! If you get the ‘slow this mother down’, share with this geezer! (PS: I’lll trade runways with you!!!)
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You got a deal!!! 🙂
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I guess a lot of us are searching for something, maybe not even knowing what it is we’re searching for. 🙂
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So true, good Tim…thanks for your input! 🙂
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